"So these places are real?" I asked Oliver again.
"Yes Victoria they are real." Oliver laughed. "You said you saw it. Why are you questioning me?"
I glared at Oliver. "I'm not questioning, well I am, whatever. I was on my run and saw some guy sucking another guy off in the woods. I'm just shocked that your saying this is a common thing.
Oliver grinned. "I wouldn't say common, but it's definitely a thing. Cruising has been around for a long time, just a way for gay guys to meet up and get off. But it has evolved a bit."
I frowned. "Evolved?"
Oliver's grin widened. "I just mean it's not the same as it was. Nowadays it's still a thing for guys to meet up, but it's actually pretty common that most of the guys there are straight." The look I gave of surprise egged him on. "Well they say they're straight. It's a lot of middle aged married men who's wives have decided sex isn't important to the marriage, happy to take everything their husbands have provided for years but don't feel the need to give back."
I contemplated this. "So they go to the woods and suck each other off because their wives are neglectful prudes?"
"Pretty much yeah."
I stared. "Damn. I hope I never get like that. I doubt I'll ever marry but if I did I'd want my husband to be happy just as much as I'd want me to be. That's so unfair."
Oliver kept smiling. "It is. But I get to benefit from it so..." he looked upward and silently mouthed a thank you.
"You've been to these places?" I probably shouldn't have been surprised.
"Oh yeah, I love it. Take a few loads from desperate men, they are unbelievably grateful. Some of these guys have been neglected for years. It's insane. I have one guy I see all the time, I don't know his name and I don't care, he just drops his pants and I go to work. I can tell he's not getting any at home cause he always blows a massive load on my face." Oliver got a dreamy look. "He also mumbles a girl's name, so he's clearly fantasizing about his wife each time. It's cute and sad. If she only knew."
I paused for a bit thinking about it all. I loved sex, I couldn't fathom being with someone and not wanting to fuck their brains out every chance I got. "Do women ever go there?"
Oliver thought for a bit. "I've heard of occasionally women being there, usually with a guy, and their swingers or something. But I've never seen it." He paused. "Why?"
I smiled. "No reason."
Oliver got concerned. "Vic, don't do anything stupid."
I put on my best innocent face. "What?"
"I know you girl, I know what you are thinking. I can't stop you but you need to be careful."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh don't try to get all protective of me, I'm the one that body guards you remember?"
"Yeah, but this is different." He sighed.
"I'm just saying I can take care of myself, and I'm just thinking about those poor neglected guys." I giggled. "It's really an act of charity if you think about it."
"Please be careful." Oliver muttered.
*****
I sat in the car staring at the pathway.
I'd been here so many times, I don't know why I was nervous to go in.
Maybe it was because it was later in the evening. Maybe it was because I now had the burden of knowledge. Maybe it was because I wasn't wearing any underwear.
I had on a one piece workout top that was skin tight, it didn't leave much to the imagination as it curved around my breasts, my nipples were ready to carve their way out of it. The material was stretchy enough I could easily set them free if the need arose. The crotch part could easily be pulled aside for access and I put over it a pair of very short, very loose running shorts. If I bent over even slightly my ass stuck out and if I bent over more you could easily see the thin material barely covering my pussy.
I sat there dripping from my crotch at the thought of what might possibly happen if I went in there. Nothing was a possibility. Or I could get gang banged by a group of middle aged men who's wives forgot how to suck a dick.
I looked at the cars parked in the small lot. I could see shadows of people in some. I had already watched a few people go in and out of the woods. Wondering if they had been fooling around or just actually going for a walk.
I was so wet. I thought about masturbating right there and leaving. I'd already fingered myself every day for the past week since talking to Oliver about what I'd seen. It wouldn't take much to get me off as the adrenaline surged through me.
Finally after about twenty minutes I undid my seat belt.
I grabbed the fanny pack I'd prepared and stepped out of the car. I carefully placed it on the driver's seat so I could bend over to "check" it's contents. I imagined all the eyes turning to stare at my round ass as it poked through my shorts.
The pack was filled with some essentials. A small bottle of water. A pack of sanitizer wipes. A smaller bottle of lube. A roll of condoms and just in case. My phone and a can of mace. I wasn't a complete idiot.
I shot a text off to Oliver. "Just going for a walk." I added a winking face just to get the point across.
Immediately the little dots appeared and shortly after a message popped up. "If I don't hear from you in an hour I'm coming to find you girl!"
I breathed out a sigh and put the phone in the pack. I then strapped it around my waist and closed the door. These guys got enough of a show, time to go for a stroll.
I put my sunglasses on so I could discreetly scan the parking, there were definitely some occupied cars and several shadowed heads seemed to be pointing in my direction. I strolled over the edge of the path and decided to stretch out. I did a few touches and bent really far over. Then I slowly brought myself back up, I could feel the shorts catch on my ass cheeks so I reached back and adjusted.
Pausing for just one more breath. Did I really want to do this? Would anything even happen? Only one way to find out. I headed down the path.
*****
It was just as it always was, a nice worn path, beautiful trees, green leaves highlighted by the sun peaking through as it made its way down.
That's all I was doing. Just going for a little walk. That's all. No need for my ears to pulse with my heart beat. No need for my crotch to tingle with ever step.
Every twig snap, every crunching leaf made me wonder if someone was in here with me. Or was it just the regular sounds of nature.
As I walked around I became hyper focused on what I could hear. Was that the wind? Or some guy moaning as their balls were sucked dry?
I found myself wandering the familiar paths I usually took but now turning my head on swivel looking for hints of naughty activities in the hundreds of little hiding spots just off the pathways.